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EGLANTINE
Sweet Eglantine, this breath of thine—
Mute eloquence of what was mine—
Awakes a memory divine,
A vanished gleam
Mute eloquence of what was mine—
Awakes a memory divine,
A vanished gleam
Of Joy, that in my heart today,
Amid the folding shadows gray,
Doth lie, as erst in light it lay,
A fragrant dream.
Amid the folding shadows gray,
Doth lie, as erst in light it lay,
A fragrant dream.
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